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©Poems of R.F.Mueller- Other Times, Other Thoughts
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Sitting there on those granite boulders Radiating your mid-American chic as well as you can, The water falling behind you has long since Repeatedly cycled and impinged on this your yellowed print. It was easy for me to think of your life Since we parted as one long drag. But that doesn't explain why you struck a chord That first night I asked you to dance at the Rainbow, The wrench of stumbling phone calls, Idealizing fantasies, and later The surreptitious glances on each Drive past the place where we used to park. Perhaps you once had a vision of us among Those bright varnished benches with light Streaming through the slightly garish stained glass, There among the cologne-washed incense smells. If so Nelda, I know now I should have been flattered. annotation
The picture of the subject of my affection posed before a waterfall gave an impetus to this poem that might otherwise have been lacking.
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